Put on Mud

Put on Mud

Put on Mud

Wish myself right into spell
How could you know or even tell?
Guess it seems I’m kind of ditzy
Trying to fit in itsy-bitsy

Bikini time and I am vain
And with no pain, there is no gain
A-dren-a-lin, A-ccel-er-ates
I hope work out is not belate

So body I am disengaged
I’m floating in my own enrage
The stress on muscles shape my bod
Though I am weak – just as a clod

To look in mirror at a glance
I wonder what part’s been enhanced
Maybe arms or maybe legs
Yet my middle – it just begs!

I’m strong as ox, but weak as ass
I work in vain to be a lass
Can’t change the size of bones or blood
So on my face, I put on mud!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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